When I grow up I want to be Ming-Na Wen.
She’s the voice of Mulan, as if she wasn’t amazing enough.
Um homem famoso pode literalmente bater na sua namorada até quase matá-la e ainda ter uma carreira bem-sucedida com milhões de fãs.
Uma mulher famosa pode ganhar alguns quilos e ser rejeitada e ridicularizada por milhares de pessoas em vários portais e mídias sociais
você vê o problema nisso?
Uma celebridade PULOU NO MAR PRA SALVAR SEU FILHO E A BABÁ
like not even in a witty way
if you actually feel guilty for eating reasonable amounts of food and even unreasonable amounts of food at times (heaven knows i sometimes do haha) you don’t need feminism you need to seek help
Feminism isn’t going to cure your eating disorder.
and eating disorders aren’t linked to your gender! yeah, women are more likely to have them because of chemicals and hormones and other sciencey things i don’t understand, but men can have them to and personally i don’t care what chromosomes you have, if you have a serious mental illness, for the love of God, SEEK HELP
psych grad currently working in mental health here, i just want to say that you’re all wrong and express my disappointment in your ignorance
first off, the person in the picture is not saying ‘i need feminism because i have an eating disorder’, she’s saying she associates eating with feelings of guilt and god knows many women, including myself, can relate. this feeling of guilt ALONE is in no way indicative of a mental disorder so you should feel silly for making that assumption in the first place. such guilt, however, IS for the most part the result of living in a society that values and forces on women an unattainable standard of thinness, and shames women for displaying pretty much any kind of appetite whether it’s for food or sex or money or power
second, many psychological disorders are ABSOLUTELY influenced by society, culture and environment. genetics and biological factors do play a vital part in causing EDs, yes, but it is a VERY WIDELY ACCEPTED FACT in both the academic and professional community that sociocultural and environmental factors also play a significant role in causing EDs.
don’t believe me? maybe you’ll believe the American Psychological Association, the world’s largest and most esteem association of psychologists. (x)
or maybe you’ll believe this study that found that 38 months after their first exposure to western media (the same media that currently overexposes us to portrayals of idealized thinness) in the late 90’s, Fijian women (whose culture originally appreciated larger bodies) experienced a sharp rise in disordered eating (x)(x).
now, no one is saying that feminism can cure eating disorders, that’s a ridiculous notion, but it certainly attempts to dismantle the systems that contribute to high rates of EDs in women
and finally, let’s be real here, the person who made that edit and most of the people who are reblogging this and agreeing absolutely don’t give a damn about this girl’s wellbeing and mental health, they’re just looking for any excuse to shit on feminism. so fuck all you assholes and your faux caring bullshit :)
if someone says they dont want to be touched
- dont touch them
- dont fucking touch them
- actually dont touch them
- dont continue to fucking touch them after they make it clear they are uncomfortable
- THIS ISNT FUCKING HARD DONT FUCKING TOUCH THEM
Tate was the sweetest character!
He raped her mom and killed like 10 people.
there was literally nothing sweet about Tate. On a good day, he was obsessive. The rest of the time, he was homicidal.
Could people please stop romanticizing abusive characters just because they cried once???
Yeah, thank you. Honestly, as someone who has had abusive partners if someone told me they cared about my feelings more than theirs it would be a red flag.
I have heard of Münchausen. It’s a psychological disorder in which people feign illness to get attention and sympathy. I can’t believe it has taken this long for someone to catch me in the act.
I’m just a giant scam.
It was hardest to fake the narcolepsy. It’s a neurological disorder that has a very definitive test. I needed to acquire magic brain powers to fool the monitoring equipment of an MSLT. I found myself a crossroads, buried some trinkets, and sold my soul for magic fake narcolepsy brain powers. That test was completely fooled.
It is hard to get a prescription for narcolepsy medication unless you actually have narcolepsy, so this all worked out great.
Depression was harder. They can actually do these PET scans that show what a depressed brain looks like.
The trick to faking this one is watching that Sarah McLachlan Animal Cruelty commercial 50 times in a row. After that, they basically throw the antidepressants at you.
As some of you may recall, I have actually had shock therapy for my fake depression. When faking stuff, you really have to commit. You can’t half-ass it. So even though I didn’t need it, I signed up to have my brain electrocuted. My favorite part was when they put the rubber in my mouth so I wouldn’t bite off my tongue. Sure it was scary, but I just kept thinking about all the sympathy I could get from that.
My next feat of fakery was obstructive sleep apnea. Here I am before my last sleep study hooked up to a bunch of wires.
The polysomnograph showed that I stopped breathing quite a few times during the night. This was hard to pull off because you have to be asleep while you stop breathing. The key was to sneak a small child inside my overnight bag. Pay them 20 bucks and they will periodically strangle you throughout the night.
The insurance company (who loves to pay for things people don’t need) bought me this cool mask I have to wear when I sleep.
Since I was only faking that whole “not breathing” thing, I don’t even turn on the machine. I just do Bane imitations until I fall asleep.
Of course there is my fake diabetes. Before my blood test I just drank a gallon of high fructose corn syrup. Then they gave me all these cool insulin pens.
I have to be careful how much I take, because if you take insulin and you aren’t diabetic, then you can go into a coma. It’s hard to fake illnesses in a coma. It’s better to just fake the coma so you can hear everyone talk about you while you are secretly listening.
Lastly is the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I thought this one would be a bit easier to fake since there is no tried and true diagnostic test. Unfortunately, getting a firm diagnosis ended up being tricky.
I had to travel 500 miles to Detroit to see a specialist. To my surprise, she actually had a battery of tests that give strong indications you actually have CFS. They took 31 vials of blood and many of the tests came back positive for those indicators. To do this I bribed the lab technician to sprinkle a retrovirus into some of my samples. Almost none of this was covered by insurance, so I had to sell my car and most of my possessions to see this doctor. And I had to incur substantial debt to pay for the treatment I received. What is a lifetime of paying off debt for a treatment that didn’t work when compared to the oodles of sympathy I receive for spending all my money on a “failed treatment”?
It’s nice to get that out in the open. Faking all these things that make me tired has been exhausting.